Layers Of Pressure

Jun Xie did not say a word. If he had not transmigrated over to this body, Jun Moxie would definitely have continued being a debauchee. Would he have such a high level of insight? Definitely not! However, should the Jun Family rise up again, Jun Mo Wuji would continue acting as a debauchee. And if his hands ever felt itchy, he could simply go off and assassinate some men who deserved death.

"Even though you might say that, I will still continue to mess around like a debauchee," Jun Moxie smiled and said to Jun Wuyi. "If Third Uncle gets well, you can shelter me! When that happens, I can continue to be the Jun Moxie of old. Who would dare to act against me?"

Jun Wuyi chuckled, "Brat, do whatever you want! Anyways, from what I see… no one is able to get the better out of you, you brat!"

By now, the two companies had already finished Jun Moxie's assignment. The company, platoon and squad leaders all stood before their respective units.

Jun Moxie slowly turned and walked towards the two companies. "From now on, the two companies shall treat each other as rivals! Since I still don't know much about all of you, I will not assign any new training instructions. Over the next ten days, you shall continue following my original training plans." Jun Moxie continued and added more emphasis to these following words, "However, every set will be increased by three folds! Is that clear?"

Everyone jolted.

"Three days from now, there will be a contest between squads. Every platoon will select their best squads to participate in the contest!"

"Five days later, there will be a platoon contest!"

"In seven days, the companies will have a showdown!"

"The losing Company will have its Company leader go on stage and slap himself in the face! Is that Understood?"

Stillness filled the air!

"Is my question understood?" Jun Moxie repeated in an imposing manner

"Understood!" The soldiers shouted.

"The company leaders will watch over the training programs and regardless of what you use, I will not care. I am only interested in the results! I am eager to see who will go up and slap himself in the face after losing the contest!"

"The contest will be monthly, if a Company Leader losses three times a row, he will bark naked up on stage and I will be sure to bring everybody in this residence to let them enjoy the show!"

"For now, I will not bother learning your names until half a year passes. I have already created the names of the companies. Sky Raiders will be the name of the first company, Soul Eaters will be the second company's name!"

"Only those who are strong will be allowed to join these companies! For now, none of you has met my expectations and is not qualified to join them. When you join the companies, I will bother to remember your names! If you are not capable, you will be nothing but bones by then!"

"When you come back, you must set a schedule for your meals and toilet breaks. Those who break the schedule will be punished! No matter what the activity you plan may be, a timetable must be made. You are to decide your own punishment! Once done, give your plans to me! Go and follow my commands! You lot are dismissed!"

"The two newly appointed Company Leaders, rather than experiencing the joys of promotion, are made to carry the burden resembling a journey to Hell! Wearing a face akin to eating dirt, they led their respective company away."

"Everyone had the same thought process, not only would they not be punished, they get to witness the losing Company Leader slap himself in the face and there was an even more interesting show to watch if a company losses three times continuously.

What was there to fear about the contest? If three folds weren't sufficient, then five folds, if five wasn't sufficient then ten folds. They would just require their training to be intensified. Training could only be useful if their lives were on the line.

Since this moment, the Jun Family's three hundred guards had stepped into a living hell…

Jun Zhantian exhaled loudly and waved his hands from afar, signalling Old Pang to leave with him.

"House Master, do you still need Young Master for questioning?"

"Is there any need for it? Just let him do as he wants," Jun Zhantian replied in a relaxed voice, a load off his mind.

"House Master, why was the Company Leader chosen by the Young Master to be punished? Shouldn't the rest of the losing soldiers be punished as well?"

"Old Pang, think about being in the Company Leader's shoes and your company of guards lost, causing you to have to slap yourself in the face, and even then having the possibility of being forced to strip naked before barking like a dog, how would you feel then? Would you spare those Platoon Leaders under you?"

"After the Platoon Leader had enough of the Company Leader's anger, how do you think he will treat his Squad Leaders under him?"

"Each chain of command carries its own duty and pressure, with the lowest guard having the greatest amount of pressure, that pressure will build up and form a sort of peer pressure that has never been done before. This will be a great way to train soldiers! For Moxie to think of such an idea, if the army were to have such a person as a general, he would excel as a talent!" Jun Zhantian felt content.

"So that's why!" Old Pang mused to himself. "Such a malicious move by the Young Master."

"Malicious? Hardly." Jun Zhantian looked as he organized his thoughts. "This is the best way to use their abilities to the fullest while allowing the one with absolute authority to focus on other matters. This is also the most cost-effective method of employing men. It works as well from a business perspective, whether it be the management of the military or the state! At the very least, I have not found a better way! This brat is exceptional!"

The Jun Family's medical warehouse had no small amount of goods stocked within, but the herbs listed by Jun Moxie were quite rare. Jun Wuyi immediately went to arrange for some men, placing a responsibility on them to seek out the herbs. Those herbs had to be bought from the outside pharmacies!

As Jun Moxie rushed to his own room, he did not even check any of his prizes as he closed both the door and windows before sitting down cross-legged.

Jun Moxie had spent a substantial amount of time walking through the streets today.

During it, he felt an irregular reaction coming from the surging white mist within his sea of consciousness. This caused Jun Moxie no small amount of surprise. However, what had surprised Jun Moxie more was that the feeling disappeared after he reached home.

After calming down, he carefully exercised his Arts again, but was unable to detect the presence of any strangeness which caused him to be perplexed, could there have been external factors at play here?

Another thing caused Jun Moxie to become perplexed. Without him realizing, when he was not practising his Arts, the white mist would gush out from his sea of consciousness and flow along Jun Moxie's meridians for one cycle before returning. It was during such that the white mist would appear the longest, granting huge benefits for Jun Moxie's body. But only a slight trace of white mist would appear when Jun Moxie tried using his Arts. However, the benefits were far less than that of when it had appeared and Jun Moxie forcefully moved the mist around his meridians when compared to its natural occurrence.

The third thing, which Jun Moxie could not understand was the Art of Unlocking Heaven's Fortune. Just from its name and the way it came about, this Art must naturally be amazing!

After practising to the point of being able to sense it, the size of his energy flow still stayed as thick as a hair. Regardless of how much effort Jun Xie had put in, he was unable to increase its size! Even though the energy flow was convenient to use, very firm and was of superior quality; its quantity had been severely lacking.

Comparing the internal energy he had in his past life and his current life; his past life's energy flow was as thick as a finger while the current energy flow within his meridians was only as thick as a hair. The difference between the two was unmatched! If one were to compare the quality between both, the internal energy of his previous life was akin to a hemp rope while his current one was akin to the divine silk of legends, which cannot be harmed by even the most precious swords. However, this was only a guess as the two energies were simply incomparable!